Part I: Shadows Beneath the Bone
Three days later, they arrived at the place maps refused to name.
A canyon carved not by nature—but by absence.
No birds flew here.No echo returned when they shouted.Only one thing lived in this place—
Silence.
Gihyeon stood at the ridge, his expression tighter than Mujin had ever seen.
"This is where they nest," he said."The Mirrorless. The ones who eat identity."
Mujin gripped Skycut Fang tighter. The shard of memory in his palm still pulsed faintly with his wife's voice.
"Then let's remind them who I am."
They descended.
Part II: Sanctum of the Faceless
The Mirrorless lair wasn't a fortress.
It was a ruin—half-submerged in a canyon of black stone.But beneath it, tunnels coiled like veins.
They entered in silence.
Every wall shimmered with mirrored dust.Whispers echoed around them—fragments of stolen memories trapped in the rock.
"I remember this voice…" Mujin whispered.
"Don't listen too long," Gihyeon warned. "Or you'll forget your own."
Suddenly—a scream tore through the air.
But no one was there.
Then: Footsteps.Dozens. All around them. But no shadows. No forms.
"They're here," Gihyeon said.
And the torches died.
Part III: Blades and Echoes
Figures emerged.
Not visible—reflected.
In the mirror-dust walls, shapes formed. Distorted versions of Mujin and Gihyeon.Copies built from memory, from fear.
Mujin attacked first.Skycut Fang burned blue, slicing through a false version of himself.
Gihyeon moved with fire and shadow, each blow sealing mirrored spirits.
But the Mirrorless kept coming.
"Where are they?" Mujin shouted.
"Not here," Gihyeon said. "They fight through memory. They don't have bodies.They have ours."
Mujin's reflection lunged again, this time whispering—
"Your wife died hating you."
He froze.
And took a cut to the shoulder.
Epilogue: The Voice in the Core
They fought deeper—room to room—until they reached the Sanctum Core.
At its heart stood a mirror.Perfect. Unbroken. Floating above an altar of bone.
And in its surface—
A face.
Not Mujin's.Not Gihyeon's.
A third presence.
The Mirrorless Warden.
It spoke not in sound, but in thought:
"So many wear masks… but you—Mujin—are a mask that forgot it was hollow."
Mujin stepped forward, blood still dripping from his shoulder.
"No. I've rebuilt what you tried to erase."
"Then let us finish what was started,and carve the truth out of your bones."
The mirror cracked.
And from within—a hundred faces screamed.
To be continued…